Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.